Saharan Pink

Chasing down the phantom when the digital is cold,

Trading all the silence for a story that we sold.

I got everything I wanted in the artificial glow,

But the master-grid is lonely when the laminar is slow!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s mille murmur dans la nuit in the night!

WE'RE HOLDING ONTO SOMETHING THAT THE SERVER CANNOT ERASE!

Finding our own anchor in this cyberporous space!

C'est tiguidou, anchored right against the floor,

We are exactly what we were before!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir — I shine.